Hardaway grabbed the basketball covered on the ground. His running speed was incomparable to Mo Mengchen, and no one of the pistons retreated.

"Penny~~~!"

"Hardaway!!!"

Hardaway called out a Jordan-style one-handed windmill buckle on the Pistons' basket, and the scene was completely ignited. Their calls lasted for a full minute, as if the Magic had won the championship.

60 to 51

"Mo, no matter how strong your teammates are, only if you are strong enough can you stimulate their potential." Hardaway said to Mo Mengchen.

Do you still have to tell me about this? Idiot!

Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and sent it to Hill.

"Don't, leave it to me." Hill said.

Hill wanted to carry the team on his shoulders, and he thought it was what he should do.

He had never felt this way before. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, but could it be possible to rely on his current feel?

Hill's enlightenment is something Mo Mengchen is happy to see, but the basis of his enlightenment is to have a good enough feel. If he doesn't have a feel, he has to fight hard. That is not a responsibility, that is an undercover agent, that is the sixth person he is the opponent who sends his team to heaven.
Chapter completed!